Yeah we in this bitch moving major
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
Mode, mode
I do all of this shit for my momma
I whip round town in a coupe like Obama
Uzi on me cus my money look longer than yours
I ain't even really mean to smash your hoe but you could have her back she yours
You posted up on the gram with a gun and a bankroll that ain't even yours
You the type man to go hit the strip club and pick money up right off the floor
I'm the type man that's gone do what I can to make sure baby momma got child support
I ain't playing around no more
I'm gone make you feel my force
Imma up that torch, yo face get scorched
Out of luck that boy, body get dysmorphed
Yeah we in this bitch moving major
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
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Yeah we in this bitch moving major
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
Mode, mode
I do all of this shit for my momma
I whip round town in a coupe like Obama
Uzi on me cus my money look longer than yours
I ain't even really mean to smash your hoe but you could have her back she yours
You posted up on the gram with a gun and a bankroll that ain't even yours
You the type man to go hit the strip club and pick money up right off the floor
I'm the type man that's gone do what I can to make sure baby momma got child support
I ain't playing around no more
I'm gone make you feel my force
Imma up that torch, yo face get scorched
Out of luck that boy, body get dysmorphed
Yeah we in this bitch moving major
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
Mode, mode
I do all of this shit for my momma
I whip round town in a coupe like Obama
Uzi on me cus my money look longer than yours
I ain't even really mean to smash your hoe but you could have her back she yours
You posted up on the gram with a gun and a bankroll that ain't even yours
You the type man to go hit the strip club and pick money up right off the floor
I'm the type man that's gone do what I can to make sure baby momma got child support
I ain't playing around no more
I'm gone make you feel my force
Imma up that torch, yo face get scorched
Out of luck that boy, body get dysmorphed
Yeah we in this bitch moving major
Struggling but I was never complaining
Hustling tryna get that money on daily
GLE big wide body Mercedes
Big titty white bitch out in Katy
Can you pull up on me? Told her maybe
Pushing that weight, young situation
Got the bass line dropping so hard
Like a white hoe on the FaceTime doing titty drops
Raise your hand if you wanna catch a headshot
Pull up on you give you red dot, like you an Indian
Imma shoot like Curry, yeah what's the rush? No hurry
Yeah I flex on my old hoes
Bitch boutta get me in my mode
Writer: Yusef Shemi
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